I’m relieved that CBS decided to renew ‘How I Met Your Mother’ for a third season. My man Petro, who is also a big fan, sent me the good news earlier today and I was probably more happy than I should have been, considering it’s “just a TV show.” Having such a clutch show on Monday nights is immeasurably good for my psyche. When I come home on Monday evening after being slapped around by the post-weekend workday return, it’s nice to come home and have something to look forward to. Something to take my mind off everything.
Having at least one good show on a Monday night really shortens the week. Tuesdays suck. Wednesdays suck. Thursdays are stellar. And then Fridays are all about going out and getting liquored up. Incidentally, it’s just about summertime and the best TV series EVER is already in the midst of its 106th season. That’s right, Red Sox baseball. At least CBS can’t threaten to cancel that. Only Mother Nature can do that, and that’s why on nights like tonight I’m sitting here blogging rather than watching the game. Lucky you.
